Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 45: Chapter 045 Henrik

Understood the cause and effect, Roger’s heart settled slightly. It seemed that as long as he remained calm or within the confines of the Hunter’s Cabin, Anna would pose almost no threat to him.

However, what he did not anticipate was Anna’s seemingly high spirits, although their relationship remained cold. There might be another secret hidden regarding her death.

At this time, Roger did not have the energy to pay attention to other matters. Without immediately going to sleep, he quickly processed the materials at hand and concocted some Pain Potions and Night Cat Potions.

Although the captured dagger was made of superior materials, it would not be usable for a while, so it looked like he would need to make a new purchase upon his return.

Having trained all day and then having fought a fierce battle at night, followed by chatting with a female ghost by the graveyard, Roger’s day was nothing short of thrilling.

Not wanting to further exhaust his body, after sorting everything out and cleaning the bloodstains off himself, he changed into a clean set of clothes and lay down on the small bed.

Exhaustion hit him, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

What Roger did not know was that a short while after he fell asleep, a white figure emerged from the mist, slowly approaching the Hunter’s Cabin, her ethereal form wandering around the cabin.

Anna stood by the window, her clear eyes intently fixed on Roger inside the room.

“How strange,”

Anna shook her head.

Despite no apparent obstructions, she could not see anything inside the room.

After standing quietly for a while, Anna’s figure receded, then floated over to the spot where Roger was buried.

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Her white skirt enveloped the entire clearing, and standing upon it, Anna crossed her fingers and pressed them against her forehead.

At that moment, the clouds dispersed, and a beam of moonlight shone upon her. Traces of blood seemed to creep across Anna’s face. She gave a few light hums, and in a trance, her body became slightly more solid.

The next morning, before daybreak, Roger got out of bed early. Rested less than six hours, his energy and strength had almost fully recovered.

After a thorough check to ensure nothing was overlooked, Roger hurried back to the town in the last darkness before dawn.

It was still dark, the surroundings eerily silent, as Roger carefully covered his tracks, then circled around and quietly returned home.

If it wasn’t for Anna’s unexpected appearance, he had planned to check on Sherman’s place at night.

But after a day’s buffer, he anticipated that Sherman would have received news, and visiting then would likely be dangerous.

With enough Potions on hand, and the Pain Potion diluted for boosted strength, Roger did not plan to visit the cabin in the woods for the time being.

At least he would observe the situation and wait for the storm to settle down somewhat.

Adeline was the Sheriff of Baytown, and unless Sherman had truly lost his mind, he would not dare to act rashly, being a well-known figure publicly.

After washing off any scents from his body, Roger joined Adeline at the dining table, where she excitedly shared good news with him as they ate.

“The paperwork is all set. Tomorrow you can go to school with Amanda,” she said.

“Go to school?”

Roger could only feign a smile in response to Adeline, while Amanda quietly made a face.

To be honest, she held a grudge against someone’s leisurely lifestyle.

“Welcome to the hardships of high school life!”

Amanda reached out her hand with a smile.

Little Jack was ecstatic, incessantly nagging Roger to teach his classmate a lesson.

In the midst of this cheerful atmosphere, the family happily finished breakfast.

Family.

Roger cherished this relationship deeply, unsure of whether he should leave or stay.

Throughout the whole day, Roger quietly practiced in his room, the prior night’s events making him all the more aware of the importance of strength.

Only by increasing his own strength could he have the courage to face danger. If he could improve both the Universal Sword Techniques and the Elven Dagger Technique to Level 3 or higher, Roger’s combat power might double!

He alternated between physical training and meditation, pushing himself almost masochistically to increase his strength.

Indeed, only life-and-death crises could maximize a person’s potential.

By evening, Adeline had returned home early. After dinner, she took Roger and the others to the nearby supermarket.

Starting school for the first time, there was still much that Roger needed to prepare.

On his way home, Roger swept the surroundings with keen eyes, but found no signs of being followed or surveilled.

Night fell, and he continued to replace sleep with meditation.

Meanwhile, miles away in a cheap motel in Swamp Town, a middle-aged man with graying hair was copulating in bed.

Just then, the cellphone by the bed started to ring with a series of abrupt rings, but the man, without a care, hung up and carried on with his business.

No sooner had he done so when the short bursts of ringing began again, recurring round after round. Eventually, the middle-aged man, irritated, pulled away and carelessly slapped the woman on the body.

“Go take a shower, baby.”

“I’ll take a call first.”

The woman let out a dissatisfied murmur, but she knew that bathing was just an excuse—the client obviously didn’t want her to overhear the forthcoming conversation.

Such things were common. The woman laughed, gave the middle-aged man a teasing tap, then wrapped herself in the sheet and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of water filled the air, and steam quickly blurred the view inside.

Only then did the middle-aged man answer the phone impatiently.

“Henrik!”

A harsh roar came through from the other end of the call.

The middle-aged man rubbed his ear, “I’m not dead. Keep it down, I can hear you.”

“You dare hang up on…”

“Get to the point.”

Henrik’s voice became serious, “I’ve got an urgent matter at hand, at a critical moment, and no time to indulge in your nonsense.”

At this, the voice on the opposite side cooled down, but there was still a hint of irritation, “How’s the mission in Swamp Town going?”

“It’s near completion. You can read the report later.”

Henrik’s voice dropped, as if danger lurked nearby.

“I’ll cut to the chase.” The person on the other end also became serious.

“There have been several incidents of beast attacks on people in Baytown. It looks normal, but I keep feeling something’s off.”

“Go investigate it.”

“Beast attacks?” Henrik frowned but nodded nonetheless, “Alright, I’ll head over there tomorrow.”

“Something’s up, can’t talk more.”

With that, the person hung up.

Glancing at his flaccid member, Henrik cursed under his breath, set down the phone, and looked towards the steamy mist of the bathroom.

“Once she gets out, I’ll definitely…”

“Huh?”

Henrik stroked his chin stubble, “…why should I wait for her to come out?”

With that thought, he didn’t even bother to put on underwear, quickly threw on his clothes, grabbed his phone and backpack, and flung open the window to leap out!

At that moment, the lady stepped out from the bathroom wrapped in a bedsheet. As the night breeze hit her, she shivered, but upon seeing the empty room and the wide-open window, she seemed to understand something.

Without a second thought, she dashed to the window. Down on the street, a figure was putting on a coat while running madly away.

“Son of a bitch!”

“You haven’t paid yet!” the woman cursed loudly.

Far away, Henrik raised his middle finger.

“We’ll settle next time!”

“Go to hell, you dirty old man!”

The angry roars disappeared into the night wind.